Dana's voice trembled with a mix of fear and anger as she turned to Andel, her eyes wide. "What do you mean by what you just said? They want Alina dead?"
Andel shook his head wearily, the tension in his expression deepening. He hesitated, casting a glance at Hector, who was growing impatient.
"Speak, Andel," Hector demanded, his tone sharp. "You're keeping us in suspense here."
Andel exhaled heavily before finally speaking. "There's more you need to know about Alina, Hector. Her bloodline comes from two powerful wolves—both her parents were Alphas."
"Yes, I just found out about that today. But wanting to kill an innocent girl because of her father is just down low."
"Well, that's not all," Andel interjected. "Her blood is the problem."
Hector frowned, his mind racing to understand. "What do you mean by that?"
